Luyện nghe bài hát G Style

Yeah, right now
is layin for a nigga like me, Ice-T
To bust some freestyle shit but I do that
I cold lounge up here at the ammo dump
With my nigga Aladdin, SLJ, LP and my Henry G
Yeah, we do the shit like

The card after the ace is
So cut the nigga on the 3
me, the motherfuckin', T
I got on my surfboard, rhyme hard
But buy the shit that I can't afford
That's everything, why I truck big fat rings

'Cause in the gold is for kings
I got backup to up, punks who try to act up
Do a world tour, watch the big bank up
get dropped with the quickness
I got an ill left and a right fist make
And lose or you might die 'cause

I'm the wrong Ice for bruise and that's no lie
the penile is stacked to the top
With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin'
I call 'em homies, call 'em crooks
So I write and put bucks on they

I a fuck about a cop or a G man
They all shit, their breath smellin' like semen
I catch 'em in the all alone
Put 'em in the prone, pop, pop, pop to the

the G-style
Gangsta

G style, the gangsta talk, I got a .9
And it eats vest, I a motherfucker out quick
Just for talkin' shit, ride rolls, catch hoes like a
L.A., Atlanta, New York, yo, my shit
Chi-town, Miami, Detroit, I get much
I roll with the hardcore G

Every street's the same to me
I don't bullshit, I don't quit writin' a fit
K K K pray each day I get hit
Motherfuckers try to flip on the
Move and slip, close the eyes and catch a fuckin'

Not in the ghetto no but I do hang
Got a black and it's sittin' on them thangs
I the game from the street not the slamma
Tighten up my knockas with a big hammer

the G-style
Gangsta

Some of the times, I write my raps with extreme
Some of the times, I take the pen and make bleed
My mind clicks to homicide, fly, ladies cry
A lot of people die, nights I can't right
Stare at the blue lines, I think, I'm a go

the beat becomes me sit in the dark
And write a fuckin' LP, G Style, the gangsta talk
near soft, hard as a knockout 'bout
It's no sellout, I keep crime in my
it's my thing, packed with guns and drugs
And of street slang, A B C D E F and LAPD

Words from a motherfuckin' OG, ammo
the sounds that you bump in your trunk
So turn it up punk, what'cha 'fraid of? What'cha of?
the pin, set the grenade off, blastin' sounds out ya jeep
On every street, nigga, straight gangsta beat

the G-style
Gangsta

Many like to the style and act hardcore
Many motherfuckers are and they jaws
I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't bud
Drink suds but I gets loved, mack,
I scope the with the mad backs
Hit her the gangsta style, cool, relaxed, bam

Put her in the Benz, bump, Too Short, let her
Right off the top, what's my sport, you long
You think wrong, you got it goin' on, doll
But I won't sing you no love song, you either me
Or you don't, you're rollin' tonight or you won't
She likes the style, 'cause it don't around

Tongue in my ear, real slow and then it down
I gotta flip into a ill mode, pack a full of hype tracks
And then music for the hardcore beat down
No pop shit, strictly underground
And if you don't like the as I get wreck
Ease back nigga, catch a knife the neck

the G-style
Gangsta